“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

I knew the coast had been roughly northeast when we’d been out here celebrating my birthday and my impending murder. I nudged the wheel carefully, feeling it respond, aligning the bow, feeling the mild resistance as the rudders answered my commands.

The Saraphina began to move with purpose instead of aimlessly drifting, and for the first time since continue reading …